Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.

We know well enough when we're being unjust and despicable. but we don't restrain ourselves because we experience a certain pleasure, a primitive sort of satisfaction in moments like that.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.